The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-06-18

with FAINT smile. rFrom the street
have seen the light shine out
from you chamber every night for Q
week."
He paused. To Lily his voice was
sweetest music. Between thinking OF
this and wondering what he would
think of her situation there, she was
nearly distracted. But Launt Winslow
went on quietly talking.
II saw you come out tonight and
come in here. You are cold" abruptly,
for Lily was shivering. In moment
he had pulled off his fur lined coat and
wrapped it around her carefully, in
spite Of her protests. Indeed, she was
not so cold in her blue velvet dress as
she was agitated.
II fear you are afraid Of me. Dear
child, why should you be? l love you
Lily" he said tenderly.
Then Lily began to cry.
"Poor little thing 1 meant to make
you happy" he said, standing there
quietly.
But from Lily's sobbing breath he
certainly could not guess how very hap
by his mere presence made her; and
the reason he evinced no surprise at the
very singular fact Of young lady sit
ting alone in lonesome coach house,
in her fathers carriage, on cold No
vember evening, was because he had OBJ
served Lord Luther's goings and COM
ings-and when he saw the little figure
flying out af the house directly after
that gentleman's admittance, he guessed
somewhat at the truth, and determined
to strike while the iron was hot. II
Lily would not listen to Lord Luther,
perhaps she would listen to him.
"Your father dislikes me Lily, but I
don't know why. A mere matter of a
star or button, L think, in my fathers
day. Surely / am not to blame. 1 am
an honest man. / have something Of
wealth and position, and I love you
dearly. Surely you do not dislike me-
Lily"
A little white hand stole out from un-
der the overcoat and was received in
his and then Launt Winslow went on
more hopefully with his love making.
And the clock struck eight, and nine,
and ten, while they talked, exchanging
mutual condolences so sweetly that the
moments flew, Lilys silvery syllables,
and even musical laugh. at last min
Cling with his own eager and earnest ut
terances.
The time few with them; but not so
with Peter Boscobel.
He came in directly after Lord Lu.
Their, and found the latter alone.
Then the search for Lily commenced.
All through the rich rooms, at the next
door, over the way. Lily could not be
found in the neighborhood.
Long before, Lord Luther had de-
parted much offended.
As the time passed, Peter Boscobel
grew distracted. Lily's absence spoke
as never her presence had done. Flo
I had been cruel The had driven his child
away.
II was past lit was nearly mid
night-when he was walking the aool
of the long drawing-room like crazy
man.
Meanwhile, Launt Winslow had just
said
Isuppose that swell has gone, Lily
should be happy to pace here, like
seminal, all night, and watch over your
slumbers, if you wish to sleep on those
cushions under my overcoat; but L an
afraid you will take cold; and you will
have to face your father some time"
"You will take cold. How selfish
ami" said Lily, descending from the
barouche and trying to restore the gar
ment to him.
But the result was that she only got
clasped to his breast for one sweet in
slant.
Then he tucked her little hand under
his arm, and marched in to her father
have brought Lily back. We are
engaged to be married. And L shall
not allow you to scold her too much for
running away from Lord Luther Law
son Langley, )" he said boldly.
The man Of IRON, who had never bent,
was broken.
Don't run away from your father
again, Lily" he said. You may marry
whom you please"
That was five years ago. Lily rides
In that carriage to-day, with her hus
band and two darling children.
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